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The Monsoon Rain has an Identity of its own
Poetry | Updated Oct 21, 2014 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
An unnamed artist talks of his/her what he/she saw in that cold afternoon.
Short Story | Updated Oct 14, 2014 | Reads: 21 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Bhavya Sinha
ever thought what the raindrops think ??....lemme tell you..
Short Story | Updated Oct 6, 2014 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Amy R Burkle
A note to a past lover, but is everything as it seems?
My first poetry post on Booksie! For some reason I was inspired by the image I've linked to this poem, but it kind of went off in a completely different direction.
A depressing poem I wrote while standing outside in the rain on a sad night.
He finds peace in the falling of the rain... But why?
Short Story | Updated Sep 22, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is about a lover whose love is unshakable
Poetry | Updated Sep 20, 2014 | Reads: 25 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
A poem on rain.
Poetry | Updated Sep 18, 2014 | Reads: 32 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
the relationship between rain and me.
By Cassidy Small
I wrote this when I was experiencing an unfortunate day but was reminded in my devotions that I can dance through the rain.
By Alexandra Riquelme
You know those poems or ideas that you really should've revealed for a holiday?
This is one of them (LOL)
I wanted to post this "cute little love poem" around Valentine's Day but by then I would've totally forgotten about it (Hahahaha)
Love really shouldn't have only one day to celebrate...
Fifteen-year-old Daniella remembers the things she loved about her best friend, Liam, and hopes that he'll be there for her even when he's gone. After the accident, she's stayed at his side for the past few months while he's in a coma, wishing he could be free once again.
This is just a quick...
Short Story | Updated Aug 25, 2014 | Reads: 25 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 11
When you are depressed you write all kinds of poems
Dark clouds = dark moods. Blue skies = Cheering up.
After his wife Ariana's tragic death, Matt is determined to prove his love to her despite the face that she is gone forever. Ever since the unforgettable night that occurred only a week ago, his life has been filled with much regrets of hardly being there when she needed him most, and he knows...